I was full pure; my love ideal.
it was true entire; all waste pale.
my eighteenth, my first spring,
mine shyness, youth first wing.
In foolish love thinking of you.
day and night my first new.
emotions made me brainless,
made sense that after days.
I am bloody broken,oh! my dear;
wounded I am, of three year.
This city here lust and money;
in name of love makes all funny.
This city here all prostitute;
Disguised gentleman in seduce.
pains me cause I need heart,
oh no sex toy, no condom dirt.
May God too poor now I think
or in lasting sleep he sinks.
I am heartless I am down,
thou make me gorgeous town.
©astrophel
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